“The Looking-Glass with a Sense of Humor”

Posted by Erik Moshe on Friday, February 10, 2012 Under: Rhymed Verses


“The Looking-Glass with a Sense of Humor”


Alastor’s Exotic Findings vendor at the flea market seemed to be goading him in
From the smell of magic carpet fabrics to a melodious smoke from within
Sullivan, a psychologist who was in town for business, eyed Napoleon’s coat in a tin
But it was probably fake - a further look down the same aisle he found the Joker’s syringe
“My patients need smiles desperately” he mused, before being approached by an elderly man
Alastor greeted Sullivan warmly, then nervously started twitching & kneading his hands
“Are you a family man, Mr. Sullivan? You remind me of one who is secure in his life…”
Something about the way Alastor had spoke those words lured him inside
Past darkly strange African sculptures, an Aztec pot with a skull beneath
A black opal sheath, then Alastor grinned, showing a full lightshow of golden teeth
“Let me show you an object that I think you will find most surprising
A frantic man literally gave it to me for pennies on a beach bazaar on the coast of Thailand..”
They both approached a large square mirror, and Alastor motioned forth the right to pass
Sullivan lightly asked, “so tell me, what’s so remarkable about this piece of lifeless glass?”
“I call it, “the looking-glass with a sense of humor” and let me tell you it’s function
It absorbs what you throw at it, considers if you were trying to destroy it…then returns something
-in exchange, it remains the most curious object, and people have labeled me an arrogant fool
For finding it unexpected, sometimes charming, other times unbearably rude…yet hilarious too!
They’ve called me a looney you see, some have even called me a liar in fact
I had one of my monkey servants sling feces at it; the mirror set the feces on fire and fired it back!
I threw a bible at the mirror; the mirror spat back a science book
Then a ginger hairpiece and it sliced it in mid-air with a Viking’s hook
I threw a cold bucket of water, the mirror converted it into warm mist
I threw a prostitute at it, the mirror spat the woman back with silver secretion around her lips
I threw an arrow at it and it threw back a disgruntled Cupid
A handful of sand it threw back Anubis, then a mushroom & I started hearing psychedelic music”
Suddenly, Sullivan threw himself at the mirror but the surface was as hard as an ancient rock
A note appeared at his feet: “You‘re more self conscious than your so called patients, doc”
“Have you tried throwing a mirror at it?” he asked Alastor, who shook his head in retreat
A minute later, they threw a mirror at it and watched as it shattered & fell in a tremulous heap
This reminds me of an old proverb that a tribe of Arabs took from the Welsh
“Do not scrutinize, because sometimes even a mirror can’t stand to look at itself…”

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